Poems
The Earth
It’s 70 percent water.
The air,
That’s 21 percent oxygen.
But the oceans,
They’re salty.
There are people,
Surrounded by water,
Who die of thirst.
There are people,
In hospitals,
At home,
Who choke,
Not able to take in the oxygen
All around them
Too much oxygen,
And you would
Die
Free flowing oxygen
Attacking the retina
Breaking up your nervous system
A tragedy,
The thing that keeps us alive,
Ultimately killing us
Have you ever looked at cauliflower? Really looked at it? The thing that “looks like broccoli, but white”? The “miniature tree” ?
It’s a fascinating thing.
You might not think it, but it really is amazing.
Take off a piece off the top or side,
and you’ll see that it looks
just like the piece it came from.
Take a piece off of that.
Again, it looks identical.
Same proportions, just miniaturized.
Almost like a snow globe,
a view into another world,
in a smaller form.
Beauty in structure,
in shape and form.
Together to make
something better
Young Man- By Purusha Shirvani
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He walks into the room.
Disheveled hair, curly, black and brilliant,
Glasses sliding down his nose,
Reaching down,
to push them up again
Walking-
hesitant, towards
The center, between the chairs
Pausing and looking around discretely,
Trying to hold his head high,
Back straight, feet parallel, just
Like his father had told him
Heart beating
A thousand times a second
Towards the light,
Sure of his fate
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A Beacon of Color: By Purusha Shirvani
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Sitting behind a desk, painted white,
an extension of the settled snow on the ground,
separated only by a window
looking out into the starry night.
A snow loader slowly advances,
blinking red lights
bouncing off the milky snow
overcoming the faint light of the half-moon
Looking down,
I see my keyboard lights
painting the top of the desk
with a myriad of colors.
Colors mean so much to us.
From our clothes,
the world we see,
our nations’ flags
to our skin colors.
When the Sun shines,
casts its light on the Earth,
one ray, one shade, everywhere,
our barriers are the only things
dispersing it into separate colors;
rupturing the light
in our mind’s prism.
We label them
categorize them,
same way we do to each other.
Forgetting that a rainbow
could only be beautiful
when all the colors are together.
Looking at the lights
dancing on the wall
A festival of colors
Blending together
I’m snatched out of my thoughts
Back into my room
by the screeching sound
of the snow loader plow
Dragging on the street
Locked in my room on a winter night,
Behind a desk, painted white
Isolated but not divided
My keyboard like a window
A link to the outside world
typing away on the lighted keyboard
brighter and brighter
Shining like a beacon
“RGB keyboards for gamers at Corsair’s booth at Gamescom 2018” by marcoverch is licensed under CC BY 2.0